Message: XIV

Chyler groaned, bumping her head to the kitchen surface in her house. She was feeling a slight humming in her head already, and she didn't even drink that much. What was she doing with her life?

"Why the hell she can't be normal?" she groaned to the surface, leaving a bit of steam on it, but she paid no mind. The glass clinked when it bonged the bottle that was already half empty. She looked at the etiquette and then snorted with disbelief.

Cabernet. Exactly something that Callaghan used as a nickname for her. She rolled her eyes and zeroed the glass to refill it, she sighed, and shook her head once more, zeroing the glass right away.

"You should stop before you regret it, my dear." She heard a low voice behind her. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Dana, already drunk as well.

"You are not sober."

"Neither are you." She noticed, poking her nose with her index finger and giggling. "You seem... distressed. Tense." She started massaging her shoulders and Chyler couldn't help but purr, trying to fill the glass once more. She managed not to spill the wine around. "Why are you so good to me..."

"Because I care." She whispered into her ear, kissing gently her neck. It was quite shy of a kiss, but yet she decided to do it, deciding she would take whatever might come. Chyler tilted her head to allow Dana better access.

Her friend didn't ask twice, taking the chance that had been granted to her. Chyler, with her vision blurrier with every moment, and her head spinning, just gave herself into the caress with a dreamy smile. She closed her eyes and then she gave the kiss back to Dana.